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2nd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

Karla was feeling Crafty today--though, admittedly, this was not exactly news. Karla was often in that kind of mood, regardless of whether the 'C' was capitalized or not. After the Magical Reserves meeting today, she'd decided it was a good day to stock up on some items for the Support Reserves. Magical potions unfortunately lost efficacy after a few hours, but a few simple Healing webs could be activated without her being around with only a few drops of blood, and could heal most minor to middling injuries. Calming potions would be useful in an emergency, as would sleeping draughts. Which reminded her that a few energy powders might be wise, too. Cooling or warming unguents, too, depending on when they'd be fighting. Plus the everyday, non-magical potions for things like bee-stings, sunburn (Karla, being very fair-skinned, made a lot of that), chafes, various aches and pains...

There were also some potions brewing that were for her own use, or to be shared with others, like her moon-time tea and the contraceptive brew, since it seemed like something to have handy for people.

And since she'd promised magical help to several people over the past few days, the common room seemed an easy enough place to find her. Plus, it had more counterspace, a sink, and a stove she was going to avoid until someone came in and taught her to use it properly. A few tongues of witchfire were enough to heat anything, anyway.

Anyone coming in would see Karla singing softly to herself, as she consulted a few large, leather bound books, fiddling around with various pots filled with herbal-scented liquids, or weaving webs in small, wooden looms.

[Common room is open! SP warning for me this evening.]

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"So do you play up the sex, then, if you don't have violence?" He wasn't being rude, just...curious, really.

He's been in the Shakespeare plays where everyone dies.

"Well, there are whores..." Karla said aloud. "And it isn't that we don't depict violence in our theatricals. Violence is also a part of life. We just don't...lovingly idolize it the way you seem to."

"So you're saying my culture...isn't as cultury as yours?"

He wondered what her thoughts would be about monster truck rallys.

"I'm not saying that," Karla said carefully. "We just don't highlight violence the way you do."

She would probably light the entire stadium on fire.

"So...maybe I should see some of your culture things, like with the thing with the unicorns," he suggested helpfully.

Jack would so be there. He would gladly pay $10 for the whole seat, knowing he would only need the edge.

"Well, if I ever do a general trip back home, you're invited," she told him. "Though no stopping at Red Moon Houses, you hear me?"

"And what," he asked, interest piqued, "are Red Moon Houses?"

"I can't tell you that," Karla answered promptly. "You don't like to talk about it. They aren't violent, though, I can say that much."

"So if they aren't violent," he said, doing the mental math (you could almost hear the gears smoking), "then...it's a sexhouse?"

The term would probably be better known as a House of Ill Repute.

Karla facepalmed. "Sexhouse was really the best word you could come up with?"

"No, but I didn't want to say whorehouse in front of you," he said, y'know, saying the word he didn't want to say. Clever, Jack.

"So they have those in your world?"

"Mother Night, now you're going to tell me there's something wrong with the word whore?! And that I'm somehow too innocent and pure to hear it?"

Clearly, someone had never heard Karla swear.

"Well, it's not for someone with virgin ears to hear," he pointed out from the standpoint of, oh, 50 years ago in Represseville, USA. "So when are we going?"

Karla? Swear? That might break poor Jack's wee brain.

[are you interested in Fight Club?]

If Karla's eyes rolled any harder, she might end up doing permanent damage to them. And so, she reacted quite maturely. "Whores whores whores whores WHORES!"

[YES!]

Jack stared. "...we are so going."

Someone holding a torch over Sex Pollen flirtatiousness? Possibly.

[DOO EEEEET! (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/4045540.html#comments) Handwave an invite from Jack if you want.]

"Just what are you staring at?" Karla snapped, unaware of the narrative explanation. "Whores!"

She spun around to flounce away, but rethought that after a moment. "That had better not be your answer!" Her anger was tipping rapidly into amusement.

[You mean like this? Also, I giggled like an idiot after writing "whores whores whores!"]

"All right, whores!" he snapped back at her. "Whores whores whores whores!"

"Wait, wha?" He was confused. Was she thinking he was calling her a whore?

[TOTALLY DIDN'T CATCH THAT. And I was looking for it, too! ...I now randomly want to shout "Whores whores whores!" at someone. I better hide my phone...]

Karla was too busy giggling at him to really care. "Whores!" she said again, just because he made the best expression when his brain broke.

[DOOOOO EEEEEET. For the funny doooo eeeeet.]

"Whooooores!" he said, his face looking like a dog howling.

...if she's not careful, this may be her new catchphrase.

[They're all sleeping, else I would. It wouldn't be the worst thing I've ever randomdialed someone. :D]

If he's not careful, he might end up stabbed. She'd be kind, though, and not hit anything vital.

"Are you comfortable saying that in front of me now? Because, if you like, I can show you how extensive my vocabulary really is."

Likeher canon's fondness for the word 'cock.'

[Text messages!]

Well, that would be nice. Jack liked his vital things.

"Bring it," he said, challenging her. He was sure he could take it.

[THEY WOULD KILL ME FOR WAKING THEM UP TO "WHOOOOOOORES! WHORES WHORES ALE AND WHORES!" MESSAGES. It would be epic, though.]

"You know what frustrates me most when I'm dealing with males? When they act ,like grubby-minded pricks who can't think further than their cocks. Which isn't nearly as far as they like to pretend it is. Of course, that's still better than when they try to think with their cocks. Because that just gets them as far as the closest warm hole."

It has been brought.

[Embrace the epic!]

"Hey, now, I can think further than that, and it is that big thank you very much," he countered. "And if I was just trying to get into the closest warm hole--" He boggled.

"Did you just say cock and prick?"

Oh, sad. Jack's righteous indignation turned into snickers.

[ahahaha]

"Yup," she smirked. "And I implied a helluva lot more than that. And of course you think it is. I'm fairly certain that's just what I argued."

"Hey! I've measured it, so it's not like I'm exaggerating here," he said, trying to be indignant. So not working. "And this is so not turning into a show and tell."

[Did you want to do a Jack/Karla spar? mwahahahaha]

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